The earth-shattering duel between the two Battle Saints had finally concluded. Although no one understood why the Battle Saint King had halted his final punch at the critical moment—a blow that would have undoubtedly killed Battle Saint Qian Xun—the outcome was set.
Their conversation had been shielded within the void, inaccessible to any eavesdropper. Moreover, both were Battle Saints, beings revered even among Great Powers. Who would dare approach them? That would be nothing short of seeking death.
Though Ye Chen had learned that Battle Saint Qian Xun was his son and that Yunyan was still alive in this world, the near-tragedy of father and son crippling each other left him deeply remorseful and his thoughts in disarray.
However, being able to see his other daughter, Yaya, and to meet his youngest daughter, Chenxi, for the first time, quickly dispelled the gloom in Ye Chen's heart.
Within the Moon Hall branch, Ye Chen sat upon the main seat, cradling his beloved daughter, Little Chenxi, in his arms. Beside him sat the lively and spirited Yaya. Seeing both his daughters by his side filled him with immense joy, and laughter flowed freely.
During this time, Ye Chen had personally examined Little Chenxi and was shocked to discover that she, too, possessed the Saint Body bloodline, harboring golden blood energy.
This was undoubtedly astonishing.
Historically, the achievement of a Battle Sacred Body was always the result of a Battle Saint cultivating the Battle Saint Art later in life; an innate Sacred Body had never existed.
While some theories suggested that the descendants of a Battle Saint might become innate Sacred Bodies, the probability was infinitesimally small. Throughout the generations of Battle Saints in history, none had ever been known to have a descendant who was an innate Sacred Body. Even inheriting some degree of Saint Body bloodline seemed exceedingly difficult.
Yet now, both his children were innate Sacred Bodies. Wasn't this simply too shocking?
However, it was hard to say for certain whether Battle Saint Qian Xun was truly an innate Sacred Body. His cultivation years were not few; perhaps he had also obtained the complete Battle Saint Art inheritance and cultivated it into being later in life.
All these reasons were enough to indicate that Battle Saint Qian Xun's origins were extraordinary. He was not merely the son of Ye Chen and Princess Yunyan; it was suspected he had obtained a terrifying Dao lineage inheritance, possibly related to a Supreme Great Emperor, or at the very least, an Ancient Monarch. Otherwise, an ordinary powerhouse could not master the Dao of Time and Space to such an extent.
What kind of fortuitous encounters had Qian Xun, this eldest son, experienced in his later cultivation years? Ye Chen was deeply curious.
At this point, even if Ye Chen wanted to continue hiding, it was no longer possible. He had been exposed. Now that his children had come, he had to step forward.
Especially concerning his son, Qian Xun. Although he was still unwilling to acknowledge Ye Chen now, he would inevitably participate in the Myriad Ancient Assembly, which gave Ye Chen some concern.
Ye Chen had felt the formidable power of Battle Saint Qian Xun. While the world believed that beneath the Ancient Monarchs, he basically had nothing to fear and no one could harm him, he was ultimately Ye Chen's own flesh and blood. Ye Chen could not truly turn a blind eye.
If Qian Xun were ever in danger in the future, Ye Chen would intervene to help, no matter what.
"By the way, Yaya, how did you manage to bring Little Chenxi here? Did your mothers agree?" Ye Chen asked.
Yaya grinned mischievously. "Of course! With me here, Moms naturally agreed."
Ye Chen flicked a finger against the girl's smooth forehead, making her yelp in pain as she covered the reddening spot. "Dad, why did you hit me?"
"You little imp, your credibility isn't very high. Little Chenxi, you tell me," Ye Chen said, turning to his youngest daughter.
Little Chenxi climbed further into her father's embrace, wrapping her tender little arms around his neck. In a milky voice, she said, "Sister sneaked me out. Moms don't know."
Ye Chen glanced at Yaya, who had one hand covering her eyes in a gesture of defeat, and shook his head. Sure enough, as he had suspected, both Yaya and Little Chenxi had run away from home.
"You, as the older sister, actually sneaked out behind your mothers' backs and brought your little sister along. Aren't you afraid they'll go crazy when they find out?" Ye Chen sighed helplessly.
Hearing this, Yaya moved closer, wrapping her slender arms around his. With a sly, grinning face, she said, "Not afraid! We came to find you, Dad. If Moms find out, they definitely won't worry."
Ye Chen shook his head again, giving his eldest daughter a sidelong glance. "You, your head is always full of devious ideas. Your sister is still so young, and you dared to sneak her out. Even if you came to find me, when your mothers find out, you're definitely in for a scolding."
At these words, Yaya's expression changed instantly, especially when she thought of the methods of the Goddess Mom. She hurriedly spoke up, "Dad, you can't do this! Your good daughter went through all kinds of hardships to, uh, bring—no, to escort my sister back to seek refuge with you. You can't just let Mom Jingruo scold me like that, can you? I'm your daughter!"
Ye Chen chuckled. "So now you're finally scared?"
"Scared!" Yaya nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
She feared nothing in heaven or earth except the Goddess Mom, one of the Nine Ancient Path Overlords. When she disciplined, she showed no mercy.
In the end, she was his daughter—though not by blood, she was closer than kin. Ye Chen reached out and ruffled her hair. "I'll talk to your mother later."
She had been about to complain about her hair getting messed up, but upon hearing Ye Chen's reply, Yaya immediately cheered, "Thanks, Dad! Here, a kiss for Dad!"
With a loud *mwah*, she planted a kiss on Ye Chen's cheek.
Below, the Solar King, Yuan Tianzi, and some Moon Hall powerhouses watched, swallowing hard. After all, Yaya was a Divine Maiden of her generation, like an immortal fairy untouched by mortal dust, pursued by countless proud sons of heaven and outstanding talents. A kiss on the cheek like this was the unfulfilled desire of many powerful figures.
At the same time, his youngest daughter, Chenxi, also puckered her little mouth and gave a kiss, leaving another wet mark on Ye Chen's face.
Yet Ye Chen, with both his precious daughters by his side, simply laughed heartily, not bothering to wipe the saliva from his face. On the contrary, he was overjoyed.
What had all these years of cultivation been for?
To pursue the pinnacle of the Great Dao?
To seek invincibility?
To chase immortality?
To reign supreme over the world?
To dominate the myriad heavens?
Perhaps there was some of all that. But in the end, wasn't the ultimate goal simply to better protect the people by his side in the blood-soaked final battle of the future, to ensure they could all survive safely and walk forward together?
This was the true purpose of his cultivation now.
Wasn't the scene before him exactly what he had always sought?
Since there was still half a day until nightfall, Ye Chen seized this opportunity, casting aside all other concerns to spend this precious time happily reuniting with his daughters and enjoying familial bliss.
Meanwhile, in the void beyond the domain, three terrifying figures appeared. Each was no weaker than the Primordial Imperial Son or Ye Chen. Their forms were indistinct, yet they exuded a fearsome aura.